[u]Zhackie, Clockmetal[/u] He finally arrived after what seemed to be hours of hiking, only because of the tedious deep snow in the tundra, the cold didn't bother much even without his coat. Snow crunched under his damp shoes as he continued to walk deeper into the city. He stopped, something smelled magnificent, he looked over to see and open food stall, minutes away from closing time at this hour. He walked over with a smile, Rom followed with a similar alacrity sensing he was about to eat. A red headed woman tending the stall looked up at the approaching figure. She noted Zhackies red hair, but strange attire, he had a canvas bag on his back along with a sword and a rifle slinging vertically on his left shoulder. He also had a longboard under his right arm, why the hell would you need one here with all the snow? Strangest of all was his lack of boots, in place he had sneakers. Everyone in Rosskaya with a sane mind knew to invest in good quality snow boots. He looks local, but he's definitely a traveler. With no further deductions she began her barter. "[i]Dobrij vychyer[/i], what will it be comrade?" He walked up and observed what was available, no doubt he gave off one of the creepiest vibes she's had thus far, she wanted him gone. He looked up and smiled. "Something. sweet" he said with a smile. "Desert pirozhki please, preferably stuffed with chocolate and cream" "How many?" "All of them" She arced a brow at the response, but she's ran her stall long enough to know a serious customer when she heard one. "And for him?" she asked, referring to the massive dog that was accompanying the stranger. He smiled, it was creepy, she held back the urge to ask him to stop smiling. "He'll take ones stuffed with mushrooms and beef" "All of those as well?" she asked, he nodded in response. "That's 7 sweet ones and 11 beef, bringing to a total of-" She noticed the credits were already uploaded before she even finished(-104c). With no further words necessary she handed him the large paper bag containing his food. He gleefully accepted the bag. "[i]Spasibo[/i], have a good night" he said as he walked off. "[i]Pozhalujsta[/i], you as well" she said in response. She checked her watch, closing time. Zhackie continued his way to the main square, looking around his darkened surroundings as the sky gave way to nighttime. It felt good to be back. ((Someone summarize what's been going on in Rosskaya please))